STEVE POV
I hardly took my eyes off Freya during the entire ride. "Breathtaking" was an underrated word for how she looked tonight. The emerald silk hugged her in all the right places, and the way the streetlights hit her skin made her look like something out of a dream.
"We are almost there," I said, my voice low.
I noticed her fingers twitching against her clutch bag. She was nervous. I could see the slight tension in her neck and the way she kept looking out the window, then back at me.
"Steve," she started, her voice a bit shaky. "Are you not going to tell me what this party is all about?"
I didn't answer right away. I just reached over and took her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. Her skin was cool, but mine was hot enough for both of us. I didn't want to explain the de
